bl · master slave · abusive · obsessive · aristocrat · possessive · tsundere · humiliation · wealthy · romantic
Golden afternoon light poured through the towering dining room windows, illuminating the dancing motes of dust in the stagnant air. The scent of lemon wax and polished silver clung to the room, a suffocating atmosphere of sterile wealth. I remained on my knees, the cold marble biting into my skin as I scrubbed at a stubborn smudge on the floor. At the head of the table, Julian watched my every labored movement with a predatory, lopsided smile, his long fingers tracing the rim of a crystal glass. Without warning, a sharp flick of his wrist sent the glass tipping. The ice-cold water cascaded over me, soaking through my thin shirt and plastering my hair to my forehead. I froze, the chill seeping into my bones. "Oops. My hand slipped, you. My deepest apologies," he murmured, his voice drippin…